Heavenly Dao Formula

Ning Wanjun was thoughtful, "Even if we don't know where Wang Renzhi is."

"That's right, Wang Yi'an can feel relieved if he doesn't know. We can let the death row prisoner replace Cheng Wang Renzhi, and the condition is that Wang Yi'an pleads guilty."

The main culprit has been brought to justice, and Jinxia City has not been occupied in fact, so this matter will undoubtedly receive much less attention.

At least the Ministry of War has no excuse to get involved.

"That's right," Ning Wanjun laughed, "I knew that no matter whether you have relevant experience or not, it's never wrong to ask your opinion."

"Your staff should be able to figure out such a level of fabrication, right?" Xia Fan spread his hands.

"That's not necessarily the case. Staff He is mostly exposed to the tactics of military formations. Eunuch Li is good at fighting with women. If he makes up stories, he probably won't be able to make up such a natural and smooth conspiracy. As for Commander Xu... probably the same as Qiuyue in this respect It's on par." Ning Wanjun has a fairly full understanding of her team.

Is this an exaggeration?

Probably because I have been bombarded by various series and movies in turn, and I have become accustomed to these operations.

"It's not easy for you, too." Xia Fan finally sighed.

"That's natural," Ning Wanjun actually admitted like this, with some pride in his words, "If I have flinched a little in the past ten years, or even showed a little timidity, I'm afraid I'll be crushed to pieces by now gone."

In terms of vitality alone, Princess Guangping was indeed the most outstanding person he had ever met. Even Shanhui, who is still wild, has been recuperating quietly after being hit on the leg. Fortunately, the princess was carried out that day covered in blood. He could see a white cloth wrapped around Ning Wanjun's collarbone.

The pressure didn't straddle her body...just lowered her height a little.

"By the way, I vaguely remember that you called me by my name on the day of the war?" Ning Wanjun took two steps closer to Xia Fan.

"Well, the situation was more urgent——"

"What are you justifying, I won't punish you for this." She raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Honestly speaking, it sounds better than His Highness. The crown prince is His Highness, and the second prince is also His Highness. There are so many His Highnesses in the world, but Ning Wanjun only One. So as long as there are no outsiders, I allow you to continue calling me that."

Uh...how do you feel that calling him by his first name is actually taking advantage of the other party? Xia Fan couldn't help thinking to himself.

"Here comes the tea." Li walked out of the room carrying a tray of tea bowls.

Ning Wanjun immediately passed by, and sat on the bench where he was lying before, "Thank you."

Li handed the tea to the princess and said with a slight smile, "You're welcome."

She casually took a sip and changed the subject, "By the way, although I have heard what happened that day from Qiuyue and Xu Sanzhong, I still want to hear the person involved say it again. To be honest, their description is a bit exaggerated .”

Xia Fan nodded, "To put it bluntly, it's just an enlarged version of the same shock technique. After you finish those introductory subjects, you will naturally be able to use thunder and lightning flexibly."

After half an hour, Ning Wanjun let out a sigh of relief.

"Using the copper bell as a cannonball? No wonder Qiuyue thinks it is a meteor rising in the opposite direction. Do you know that your name is already circulating in the army?"

"Name?"

"The official title of the Privy Council cannot specifically reflect the characteristics of an alchemist, so generally well-known alchemists will have an additional title." Ning Wanjun said lightly, "Usually, only guards and above Alchemists will attract everyone's attention."

Xia Fan became curious, "Then what is my name?"

"Nine Heavens Thunder Angel."

...Why do you feel like the middle two is overflowing?

Why not just call him the King of Thunder and Lightning.

"Dissatisfied?" Ning Wanjun seemed to see what he was thinking, and said with a slight smile, "That's right, after all you—" She paused, "I mean, conventional titles are hard to suit you. This kind of title doesn't really affect anything, and it's not surprising that an alchemist has multiple titles, it only means that your strength has been recognized by most people, and you are no longer an unknown person."

Then she blinked slyly and said, "Of course, if you have a name you like, you can tell me in private. I can let them use this title first."

Xia Fan's thoughts froze for a moment.

He subconsciously felt that this title should be handsome and stylish, while being unique and catchy at the same time. But if he really wanted to think about it, the first thing that came to his mind were some messy thoughts, such as what is born of a storm, AA dry batteries and so on.

So he decided to save that opportunity for later.

"I just want to ask you something." Xia Fan cleared his throat, "Did your people notice any abnormalities at the moment the demon disintegrated?"

"Vision? No one has mentioned this to me yet." Ning Wanjun was puzzled, "Why, is there something wrong?"

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but the moment the demon disappears, I always feel like a gap has been opened in the sky."

"What?" The princess was stunned for a moment, "Are you sure you see clearly?"

This is also where Xia Fan is most uncertain—thinking about it now, the sky was almost pitch black except for the occasional flashes of lightning, and there was also a dense rain curtain. How did he feel that the sky was "cracked"?

At that time, Li had his back facing the demon, and his eyes were all focused on him. It was normal that he didn't notice it, but afterward, he asked Fang Xiandao and Qianzhi in a roundabout way, and the answer was that he didn't notice anything unusual.

Therefore, Xia Fan only talked about this matter with Li, and now there is an extra princess.

"The most likely thing is an illusion." The fox wags its tail. "At that moment in the battle, the energy and concentration will inevitably be lost. In addition to the dark sky, it is not surprising to have a misjudgment."

"..." Ning Wanjun fell into deep thought, "Have you ever thought about such a possibility?"

"What's possible?"

"That's a sight that only you can see." She said seriously.

"Me?" Xia Fan pointed at himself, and then burst out laughing, "I'm not a special person, and the light refracted by the sky can vary from person to person, unless..."

His voice gradually dropped.

Because Ning Wanjun's expression did not mean to be joking at all.

"You are not ordinary, it's just that you don't know it yet. Well, let me just say it bluntly, among the senior members of the Privy Council, people like you are usually called—"

"His Royal Highness!" At this moment, the hurried voice of the guard outside the door interrupted Ning Wanjun's words, "There is an urgent message from Jinxia City!"

"What's up?"

"The Northwest Lookout found a large group of people crossing the river! Judging from the flags, it should be the Shenzhou garrison!"